This weekend, I successfully completed my first running event. I have never run a marathon, half marathon, 10K or even a simple 5K, but I did manage to sign up for a half-marathon in 2013, one in 2015 and another one in 2016. All these times, I paid the registration fees, bought new pairs of expensive running shoes, and told myself that I was going to run everyday to reach my goal of completing 13.1 miles. Did I ever make it to any of those three races? NOPE. I quit training after three days because running was too hard and I told myself that I just wasn’t a runner and maybe I’ll try in a few months.
The usual “next time” or “maybe tomorrow” has been an excuse that I have used one too many times and I know it all too well. “I’ll run three miles tomorrow” or “I’ll start training next week, I still have 6 weeks left” yah amyQ..good one, we all know you’re fooling yourself here. This time I made sure to have a goal in mind and that was to push myself to run every morning before school no matter what. I did just that. I had an end goal in mind that I kept to myself and that was to run a full 25 kilometers.
Now that I am reflecting back, notice the key phrase there “I had an end goal in mind that I kept to myself.” I’ve learned one too many times that if I open my big mouth, it’s not getting done.
Well, race day came and to be honest, the first 8 miles really wasn’t that bad. Sure there were difficulties along the way like the massive hills, the foot cramps, and the fact that I wore a sweater in Indonesian weather, but I pushed myself and I didn’t quit. Of course the awesome cheerleaders I had along the way made it that much better as did the crowds of people standing at the water stops, but what really kept me going was the fact that I needed to finish this because I had worked so hard to achieve this goal. The only person I would be letting down if I quit this far was myself.
when I was at this point of my race, I stupidly realized that 25kilometers in fact was not a half marathon in accordance to what I thought it was. 25K is actually 15.53 miles. The video above is at mile 12, where I was SURE I only had one mile left to run. Well, surprise surprise, I still had 3 1/2!! At this point my left foot felt like it was going to fall off, I was starving and I felt like I was taking a bath in my own sweat. The fact that I still had 3 1/2 miles left, made me want to cry, but keep going. That is exactly what I did. I blasted Sia’s “the greatest” and “unstoppable” on repeat and kept going until the finish line, which was by far, one of the best feelings I have ever felt.this is just an example, among others, that you can truly do anything you put your mind to. I ran because for too long I have made goals that I haven’t achieved out of fear, doubt, and excuses. Fear at the thought of what others may think, doubt at the thought of not being able to accomplish it, and excuses to cover up my fears and doubts. This state of mind gets you absolutely no where in life and only brings feelings of negativity. Instead, set a goal, work your butt off and keep your mouth shut about it. You’ll see the miracles that start to happen!